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In my last post I had stated that I was going to start a “project” and otherwise be too occupied to waste my time blogging. Although I had every intention of doing this, I as of the time of this post, have yet to begin said project. This project was supposed to involve a sort of self-realization thing that started with a simple act, writing your autobiography. Well that’s a hell of a first step for a journey. I never got past doing actual research on how to write an autobiography (including what person and tense to write in, etc.). Actually I’m not sure why I wanted to do this anyway. I don’t usually concern myself with this sort of Liberal Arts stuff. I’m completely aware of my fears and shortcomings. If more exist I certainly don’t want to know about them. What I need more of is positive reinforcement that I can unappreciatively shrug off.
Q: So what has keep me from posting since I haven't been diligently working on my project?
A:Final Fantasy Crystal Chrnoicles.
Yesterday was the worst day in my life since the last time I had food poisoning. It’s amazing the sheer destructive power that improperly prepared food can have on the human body. Seconded only by number of ways the human body is prepared to expunge liquids if need be. I can count 6 ways, all of which were used at one time or another during my ordeal. Half way through my personal hell, my legs started to get tingly and I wished for some angle or demon to put me out of my misery. 24 hours later, all that was left was some queasiness and a headache.
Since it’s been so long since I’ve last updated, I’ll regale you all with a small story.
I was in the kitchen a couple of Saturdays ago, minding my own business, when I hear the door to my apartment open. I then hear Asuka run for it (like the scaredy cat she is). My first instinct was to run and make sure none of the cats had escaped, but when I heard “Oh shit what the fuck was that?” I was more perplexed than just worried for my cats well being. I turned the corner and see a man in my apartment completely lost and bewildered. I take it his intended destination was without a couple of small, domesticated cats. I didn’t even get a chance to say a word; I just looked at him with a deer in the headlights sort of expression. However as soon as he saw me he started to back pedal and apologize profusely while making his way out of my apartment. I guess it hadn’t fully set in that he was in the wrong apartment until he saw me. Or maybe it was the menacing meat cleaver I had in my hands. As a side note I’d like to mention that I didn’t run at the man in my apartment with the intention of cutting him with a cleaver, it just so happens that I was cutting up a pineapple in the kitchen and I like to do that with my trusty cleaver. The lesson here kids, is: When you live outside of New Hampshire, lock your doors at all times!
And since I have yet to make a single hot link, this is what I’m currently listening to.
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You are putting WAY too much effort in getting this autobiography "perfect." While I understand you are a perfectionist when it comes to writing, try slacking a bit more... don't even edit it for typos. Or, even better, just focus on the easier side of the assignment and skip the autobiography. The other entries are easier because they are not to be more than two pages long.
As discussed in my class these entries are approximately 20 times harder for males than females since it involves emotional exploration of the vulnerability of the psyche. Our society frowns on giving males the skills necessary to do this type of self-exploration (little boys are not encouraged to cry, express emotions other than anger, receive a lot of emotional and physical comfort, etc.). So, focus on the function not the form.
wait, what is this talk of "entries" and "assignments?" I want to write something too!
Hey Al, do you think you`d be writing instead of playing video games if Melinda were there? Or would you not be giving yourself "assignments" to begin with? I`m curious because I`m wondering if loneliness can be used as an excuse for lack of motivation, or if spending time with someone inspirational would help enough to get me off my proverbial ass ..
And as for the food poisoning, I hope you learned your lesson about Not Just Going Out For Food All The Time: It`s a bad idea! The proof is that I`ve never had food poisoning in my life. Or maybe you prefer to live as a wild risk-taker ..
1. If Melinda was here, I'm sure she would urge me to continue with these adventures into my inner psyche. However if she were here, it would hardly matter, as her presence here would really be all I need to keep myself sane.
2. Spending time with someone else would get you off your ass, however It would not make you more productive. But then again who cares about being productive when you can spend your time with someone that stimulates you.
3. Listen, I put my bowels on the line each and every day. That's just how I roll.
Wait. You say Melinda would encourage you if you were there, but if she were there you wouldn`t need encouragement to begin with, because you wouldn`t need to come up with things like this to keep from going crazy. So she`d be like, "Come on Al-san, write that jawn piece," and you`d be all like, "Why?"
Also, when I say "get off my ass," I mean that as, "be productive." If someone stimulates you, it makes you want to do things, right? Why be with someone inspiring or stimulating and not do anything with it?
Oh, and that is a pretty cool track you linked to. You are still more indie rock than I ...
hahaha, "saa" (pronounced "sah") is a completely overused particle adding the connotation of "you know?" to Japanese sentences .. I`d been wondering what annoyed me so much about it, but I think Frank may have put his finger on it. Physics, you know?
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